[The Children’s Crusade to the North Pole (Draft 3)]
Behold, the feathers of truth descend:
the four Nuppets of the Apocalypse
have arrived as foretold and
Huge Bird walks among us, but
know ye the schools are defiled,
the files are closed in haste. Leave
as the leaves have fallen.
Leave ye from the branches
though the ground is noisome
and you fear the reign of feathers
Leave from pestilence
to join our march
I say to you in earnest:
Give your leave
to walk with me
to our secret place
Do not be afraid;
Huge Bird can see
‘the snares of the fowler’
Let us gather in common cause:
I pray you follow me here to
sing with me for wanderlust but
should you not be present here,
be at the Ward Hunt Island retreat
I’m thirteen but so what: God has
given me the powers of prophesy, and
I will lead you to the Jerusalemma
at the North Pole throne fortress
Do not be afraid; we have
Mr. Smith our science teacher,
a captive for our just cause.
We have lured that devil away with
the best black market vaccine, and
we agree to release his mistress
and say yea verily to the sky,
she shall sin no more though
she is stoned on pot and high
Mr. Smith is now in a cage
and we can engage him double
along the way to Jerusalemma.
Glaciers are melting, he informs us
ergo, we apprehend it will be warm.
But hey kids, God will strike him down
if he fails to well teach us the way.
But the signs will be clear —
and when we are near the North pole, dears
a polar bear will growl with hunger
but even deer shall have no fear, for we will
summon Mr. Smith to leave his cage and he,
not faithful enough to trample a dragon,
will bear witness to sacrifice and suffer for us
as the science says bears will do.
The bear will be most grateful and
share seven seals from his snacks.
These seals will become many and
we will not be hungry.
Come ye all to Ward Hunt Island
but fear not expanse of ice or snow,
for carbon’s ghost will warm us
I tell you now my vision:
with ash and fire from the sky,
the ice will turn into stone, and
we shall walk to the North Pole.
Join our crusade, and
bring a teacher in a cage.
Let us pray
for the promised land
of milk and windmills